In_The_Wind

In_The_Wind's Journal

May 15, 2015

We'll miss BB. May he rest in peace.

Come Rain or Come Shine was one of my favorites.

May 14, 2015

paging KMOD

Summer will be over before you know it.

May 14, 2015

I'm gonna cheat. I have buttermilk biscuits in the freezer.

It's 37 degrees outside my back door this morning which makes it a perfect morning for baking something lovin' from the oven.

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May 11, 2015

Happy palindrome week.

Every day next week will be the same backwards:
5/10/15
5/11/15
5/12/15
5/13/15
5/14/15
5/15/15
5/16/15
5/17/15

May 10, 2015

Crippled squirrels find their way to my feeders. Please Keep Your Cat Inside!

Sigh. Every morning I watch the survivors wobble around. They seem so happy to have found food and water. I've often wondered about the missing fluffy tails. The squirrels in my yard look like they have beaver tails.

Then today ... a three legged squirrel showed up.

These squirrels have healed from whatever trauma they've lived through but it wouldn't be necessary if my neighbors would keep their pets inside.

May 7, 2015

Hot Chocolate ~ You sexy thing 1975

Rest in peace, Errol Brown

May 6, 2015

My Blue & Gold is driving me nuts these days.

She was a baby in the spring of 2001. This year she has been nesting since January. My only job is to supply her with shredable paper towels and my food. Her feathers are a mess. But she doesn't have any bald spots so I'm thankful for that.

We also have a guest umbrella cockatoo and a live-in lesser sulfur crested cockatoo. Oh, and 24 diamond doves.

Profile Information

Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
Member since: Mon Apr 25, 2005, 10:44 PM
Number of posts: 72,300

About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!

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